In our house we still remember the out pour of prayers, purrs and love we received from the Cat Blogosphere, when Perry (the Cranky Ol Sour Puss) went to Heaven last October. Although we laugh and play, there's still something missin' round here. Like Uncle MaxMaxx's favorite paw jab partner, or Mommy's favorite hissing target when Perry would even walk toward her babies, even tho we were full grown. With ME and Brother Earl Gray, Perry would call us "kids" and out cat nip us with any of the 'nip toys. I miss him jumpin' so high and then dashing off--like he was younger than us or something'!
And there was Tommy. Perry struck his claim with her. Nobody--and I mean NOBODY could have his place on the pillow by Tommy. Nope. That was his spot, and Tommy's face and her forehead were only his to pet--with his claws out at times. Then there is my Daddy Peyton. He misses Perry more than he says. Yes, he does. Daddy loved Perry and Perry only really got on good with Daddy.
Sometimes I think Perry got tired of Daddy, but Daddy was the only one that could curl up to Perry. Maybe it was the orange and ginger tabby thing. In fact, the night before Perry went to Heaven, Perry was curled in a cat bed, and Daddy was curled right beside him. Tommy got a picture of it and then Tommy cried.
So on this Remembrance Weekend, we smile at all our friends who get to play with out King of Our Jungle, Perry at the Rainbow Bridge. He's not really cranky--and I bet they know that by now. We miss our Perry One.
As for Tommy's pillow, I now take the other side. Perry will always have his spot. I have the other side. So when Tommy wakes up in the middle of the night--she's knows we're both there. I don't pet her face, like Perry did. Nope. I kiss Tommy's fingers before I bite them.
So if you 'cuse me. There's still some Sunday left. I wanna let Tommy know
All is good and
We can still be easy as this day inches to a close